A/N: Hey guys. Sorry for the late update. Life is getting in the way of me updating and I've realized that I only can update on Mondays and Tuesday since those are my only free days, so expect a update tonight . I will also like to give thanks to IStallison, Samcasdean, NicoleR85, XxCoraxX, Minx1993, and Guest 1 and Guest 2 for reviewing. Here is part 2 to Wolf Moon. Enjoy and ask any questions you have for me. By the way, I also like to switch between povs just a little heads up.

Disclaimer: I do not own Teen Wolf or anything you recognize here in this story, in any shape or form.

'Shit' "Um... who said that." I said, turning around as everyone turned to look at me. I blushed as I saw Mr. Leather's green eyes project itself on me. My heart began racing very fast as my eyes flickered side to side. That was when I realized that both Mr. Leather and I were scanning each other with our eyes which caused Scott and Stiles to keep glancing over at us.

"What are you doing here? Huh? This is private property." He barked at us with a glare. Okay, that was rude.

"Uh, sorry, man, we didn't know." Stiles said.

"Yeah, we were just looking for something, but - Uh, forget it." Scott continued as the stranger raised his eyebrows at him. Suddenly, the stranger pulled something out his pocket and threw it towards Scott. Catching it with one hand, Scott looked down to see his inhaler. The stranger turned away, not without giving me a glance.

"Uhm. Alright, come on, I gotta get to work and I need you to get Scar home." Scott said as I was watching Mr. Leather walk away.

"Guys, that was Derek Hale." Stiles exclaimed, hitting Scott on his chest. "You remember, right? He's only like a few years older than us."

"Remember what?" Both Scott and I asked.

"His family. They all burned to death in a fire, like, ten years ago."

"I wonder what he's doing back." Scott replied, playing with his inhaler. Stiles scoffed at him and walked away, Scott following behind him. I remained standing at the same place, looked out to where Mr. Leather walked away to. "Scar? You coming?" Scott asked, only standing a few feet away from me with his hand stretched out. Restraining my eyes back to Scott, I walked towards Scott and grabbed his hand, not before turning towards the woods to find green eyes flash into a whole different color.

"As his green eyes stared at me, I knew that there was a story behind it. Suddenly, the green eyes that hypnotize me flashed an eccentric blue." I wrote down in my journal, leaning against my headboard. Mr. Leather was suddenly taking over my mind. It's like I can feel his eyes— his green eyes stare into my soul with his tall, dark structure leaning over me. Hearing a door creak, I turned my head to Scott walking over and plotting himself on my bed, with a dreamy look on his face and a dazed smile planted on his lips.

"So, how was work?" I asked, closing my my journal and tossing it to the other side of my bed.

"She was great." He replied and I looked over at him confused. 'She? Who is she?'

"She?" I questioned, raising one of my eyebrows at him.

"I mean it. It was great." He corrected himself.

"Who is she, Scott?" I asked, leaning up.

"Allison Argent." He blurted out

"You asked her out, didn't you?" I asked, mostly stated, watching his lips curl up into a full blown smile.

"Yeah. I'm taking her to the party on Friday and she said yes."

"Aw Scotty, I'm so proud of you." I said, smiling at him. "Just make sure you don't screw it up."

"I won't."

"So, explain to me again, how you ending up dripping wet this morning?" Scarlett asked Scott as we walked to school together.

"I told you. I was sleepwalking into the woods and I somehow ended up in a pool." He explained as we headed towards his locker.

"Strange things have been happening to you since you've been bitten. Don't you think that it's a little unusual?" She nervously asked as Scott shoved his bookbag into his locker. Slamming his locker, the current Captain of the lacrosse team, Jackson Whittemore stared Scott down with a glare.

"All right, little man." Jackson said. "How 'bout you tell me where you're getting your juice."

"Why don't you leave him alone, asshole." Scarlett muttered and widened her eyes seeing that Jackson heard her and rotated his head towards her. The crazy look in his eyes made her nervous. If only looks could kill, she would have been in her grave seconds ago.

"What did you just call me?" Jackson asked with anger, the crazy look in his eyes growing even larger as he took small steps towards the little McCall. "Wait, why am I wasting my breath on you? You're a nobody just like your brother. Now, tell me where are you getting your juice?"

"My mom does all the grocery shopping." Scott said to him, confused like he always was. Scarlett now wanted to slap herself in her face. 'Why couldn't God give some of my smart genes to Scott?'

"Now, listen, McCall," Jackson started to get more furious. "You're gonna tell me exactly what it is and who you're buying it from, because there's no way in hell you're out there kicking ass on the field like that without some sort of chemical boost."

"Scotty," Scarlett whispered. "He means steroids."

It only took Scott a few minutes to realize what Jackson was talking about, "Oh, you mean steroids. Are you on steroids?"

That was a wrong move on Scott's part. Shoving Scarlett aside, Jackson grabbed Scott by his shirt and shoved him against the lockers, "What the hell is going on with you, McCall?"

"What's going on with me? You really wanna know?" Scott asked and Jackson nodded. "Well, so would I! Because I can see, hear, and smell things that I shouldn't be able to see, hear, and smell. I do things that should be impossible, I'm sleepwalking three miles into the middle of the woods, and I'm pretty much convinced that I'm totally out of my freaking mind!" Letting out a sigh, Scott looked over at Scarlett who gave him a disappointing look.

"You think you're funny. Don't you, McCall?" Jackson asked. "I know you're hiding something. I'm gonna find out what it is. I don't care how long it takes." Punching the locker next to Scott, he gave Scarlett one last glare and left.

"Hey, Stiles you okay? You look so pale." Scarlett told Stiles, who looked like he saw a ghost, as she sat on the bench next to him.

"I overheard my dad on the phone. The fiber analysis came back from the lab in L.A. They found animal hairs on the body from the woods!" He said.

"So, It must have been a mountain lion or a deer." She told the young boy who shook his head.

"No, no. It was a wolf."

"A wolf? So, Scott must have been bitten by this wolf. Did you at least tell Scott?"

"I tried to tell him, but he ignored me."

"You need to tell him," She told him and pushed him off the bench. "Now!"

After practice, I went home to change my clothes. Taking a quick shower, I slipped on a dusty pink floral lace sheath dress with pretty-tough floral high-tops with curled hair. For a person going to her first party, I actually looked and felt great. I walked out my room and walked into Scott's room.

"Hey Mom. Scott" I said walking on the bed. Scott covered his naked chest resulting me to roll my eyes at him.

"Oh, honey, you look adorable." My mother gushed as she walked towards me and pinched my cheeks. "Now, is this a party or a date?"

"It's a date for Scott." I pointed out.

"Maybe both." Scott said.

Mom then started grinning, "And her name is?"

"Allison." He answered.

"Allison. Nice." She commented smiling before holding out the keys to the car towards Scott.

"Thank you." Scott smiled as he grabbed the keys from Mom's hands. He turned back to me still sitting on the bed. "You need a ride, Scar?"

"No thanks, Claire's picking me up." Hearing a loud honk from outside, I turned back to Scott and Mom with a smile on my face. "And that's my ride." Giving Scott a quick hug and Mom a kiss on the cheek, I slipped on my leather biker jacket and rushed out the door.

The youngest McCall slipped into the passenger seat of her best friend's car. Looking over at her best friend, she scanned the outfit she was wearing. She wore a floral V-Neck tee with light skinny blue jeans and converse sneakers. Typical Claire. Scarlett knew that even going to a party wouldn't change Claire's style of dressing. "You clean up nice, Claire."

Starting the car and moving out the side of the curb, Claire amusingly chuckled at her best friend, "Pssh please, you knew this would be my typical kind of outfits. But I got to say you look amazingly hot. Anyways, the first thing we do when we get to the party is get a drink. Tonight, we are not ugly Betties. We are woman-in- training. We are going to do typical teenage stuff, get drunk, and probably hookup with someone." Claire preached, shooting one of her hand in the air.

"Alright, Pastor Claire." Scarlett joked. "Make sure you keep your eyes on the road so you won't end up killing us before we even had our first drink."

Pulling up near the curb of the sidewalk, both girls stepped out the car and entered the large house. People dancing around, some talking, drinking, or kissing. The two girls pushed their way through the crowd, avoiding drinks being spilled on them.

"I'm gonna get us some drinks." Claire told Scarlett, leaving her alone in the middle of the crowd.

"Scar!"

Turning around, Scarlett focused her vision on her brother and the new girl. Allison Argent wore some simple jeans with a white shirt, covered by a black jacket. Scarlett had to admit looking at this girl, she was gorgeous. 'No wonder Scott was smitten with her'

"This is Allison Argent. Allison, this is my twin sister, Scarlett." Scott introduced both of the girls to each other.

Sticking her hand out, Allison greeted the young girl, "It's nice to meet you."

"You too." An quiet silence followed after, leaving the three to become very awkward.

"So," Scott spoke up after a few minutes. "We'll see you later, okay?"

"Yeah." Scarlett replied. "It was nice to meet you Allison." Immediately departing from the two love birds, Scarlett finally found Claire.

"Scar! I've been looking for you." Claire exclaimed, holding two red cups with drinks in it.

"Yeah, sorry about that. I ran into Scott and Allison." Scarlett then took a cup from Claire's hand and took a sip of it. The taste of the strong beer-she assumed-burned down her throat. The bitterness of the vile drink was still on tongue. About to take another sip of her drink, a hand grabbed Scarlett's arm and pulled her away. She turned to see Allison with a worried look on her face.

"I can't find Scott anywhere. He left and I-I think something's wrong with him." Allison panicked. Walking out to the front of the house, we spied Scott getting to their mother's car and sped off. Looking up at the sky, Scarlett spotted the full moon. 'Oh my god, Scott's changing'

"Scarlett, Allison," a male voice called out. Following the voice, both girls turned around to face Derek Hale. The guy whose been captivating Scarlett's mind since the day she, Scott, and Stiles went searching for Scott's inhaler.

"I'm a friend of Scott's." He continued on. "My name's Derek."

Somehow getting into Derek's car was beyond Scarlett. Silence was the only thing happening in the car. After dropping off Allison, Scarlett was left alone with Derek. The younger McCall sat there and studied his features. There was something mysterious about him but she just couldn't figure out what.

"Aren't you a little too young to be drinking?" He asked her after glancing at the red cup in her hand and smelling the beer off her. Scarlett then raised her eyebrows at him.

"And aren't you a little too old to be at a high school party?" She retorted back. Right when she said that statement, she could have swore she had seen a small smile upon his face through the mirror.

"I was there to make sure Scott was not going to hurt anybody." He said, taking left turn down the street.

"Scott's actually a werewolf, isn't he?"

"Yes" Derek breathed out. Pulling onto the side of a curb, Derek turned off the engine and looked at the mirror, into Scarlett's eyes. "We're at your house."

"So, thanks for the ride."

"Get out." 'Okay, that was rude. To think the that we were starting a new friendship.' Opening the door of his car, she stepped out the car and shut the door. Walking up the front of her porch, Scarlett looked back at Derek to find him still sitting in car, looking at her. Unlocked the door, Scarlet stepped inside and let out a sigh. But before she could head towards her room, the front door opened and a frantic Stiles busted through the door.

"Stiles, what the hell are you doing and how did you get into the house?"

"I was looking for Scott and I just so happen to have a copy to the key of your house." He answered the questions in order.

"I have no idea where Scott is because he left the party early and drove off in my mom's car leaving Allison and I to get a hitch from Derek Hale."

"We will talk about the Derek Hale thing later, but right now, we need to find Scott before he kills anyone."

After going house to house all night, there was no luck. Scott was nowhere to be found. The sun was rising and suddenly the pair found Scott walking down the road. Stiles pulled up next to him and stopped the car. Opening the door and jumping into the passenger seat, Scott had a look of disappointment on his face.

"She probably hates me now." Scott said, leaning his head on the side of his seat.

"I doubt that. But you might want to cone you with a pretty amazing apology. Or, you know, you can just tell her the truth and reveal in the awesomeness of the fact that you're a frickin' werewolf." Scott gave him a look. "Okay, bad idea."

"C'mon Scott, we'll get through this." Scarlett said, grabbing a hold of her brother's hand and squeezing it.

"Scar's right. If we have to, we'll chain you up on full moon nights and feed you live mice. I had a boa once. I could do it."

"If we could conquer our way through high school, then we could conquer our way through the supernatural."